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Gossamer Thoughts
Contributed by
invierno
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Friday, 18th August 2017 @ 04:36:09 PM in AEST
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Lifepoems
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Gossamer thoughts,
ephemeral wings,
on landing soft,
now leaden things,
tender cheeked, all thoughts freeborn
no toll to slow,
what age reveals,
youth did not know,
now eyes turned, to feel,
too late, too slow,
oh past, for you I cry,
in age, stillborn,
with tears that tear,
I proffer, torn.
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Re: Gossamer Thoughts
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 18th August 2017 @ 05:16:29 PM AEST
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What age reveals
Youth did not know....
Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Re: Gossamer Thoughts
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 18th August 2017 @ 06:26:38 PM AEST
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What age reveals
Youth did not know
One of those lines you wish you wrote. Excellent |
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Re: Gossamer Thoughts
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th August 2017 @ 10:20:31 PM AEST
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wonderful - 2 absolute in a row.
this suits a tragedy or a multitude of
tragedy that transpire
something to learn by
this one is, and at any age.
great write!
Peace! |
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Re: Gossamer Thoughts
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by softerware on
Monday, 21st August 2017 @ 01:12:10 AM AEST
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Now eyes turned to feel, too late, too slow..
What would be the point of doing life over if we couldn/'/t take our knowledge with us??
Such an insane existence: we can/'/t change the past and we don/'/t know the future..except that it will end too fast.
We hurry to grow up; and then wish we hadn/'/t.
Wisdom comes too late to save us.
You have said so much in this condensed little look back. My, how you stir the memories!
Wonderful emotional fare for a Sunday evening.
Thank you, sir poet!
softerware
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